Walking After Midnight

                                    

                                          
Kacey’s POV:
Laying in bed, I realized once again just how lonely a king size bed is when you're sleeping in it alone. Or in my case, laying in it alone and not sleeping because thoughts of a certain little blonde and her luscious ass keep replaying in my mind. But not only that, it was the whole package with Oakley. She could cook, she was good with Tate, and most of all, Beth had not sent her running from the hills after that shit show at dinner. I’d been certain that if anything was going to send her running, it was going to be my sister. I loved her but damn was she a pain in the ass most of the time. 
                          
But no, Oakley had sat though dinner eating and listening to conversations around her, all while pretty much avoiding me. I’d be lying if I said I hadn't thought about throwing a certified Beth fit and demanding she give me an answer but I’d given her my word that I wouldn't rush her. I’d told her that the ball was now in her court. And after my spill out in the pasture about a man being nothing without his word, the last thing I wanted to do was go back on it after only a couple hours. And had it only been a couple hours since I’d groped her like a man starved of female touch? Felt like a fucking eternity since I’d had my hands on her.   
                          
Just thinking about how her full breasts had felt in my hand, how her lips tasted, and that goddamn show she’d given me had my cock stirring with interest, going from limp noodle to titanium in mere seconds, tenting the blankts of the bed and throbing like a fucking toothache. 
                          
Knowing that nothing would make it go down other than stroking myself into oblivion since I couldn't just go down the hall and have the woman I so desperately wanted, I climbed from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom. Leaning forwards, I placed a hand on the wall to hold myself up as I wrapped my other hand around my cock, pointing the tip down into the bowl of the toilet. Slowly at first, I stroked myself, imagining that my hand was her before that thought morphed into my hand being her mouth. At the mental picture that had popped into my mind, I began stoking harder, faster until I felt my balls drawing up and that tingle at the base of my spine that told me that I was about to go off. But still I continued. I needed this if I was planning on getting any sleep tonight.
                          
The first thick, ropey spurt of my seed shot from the head of my cock with so much force that my knees threatened to give out, and my eyes crossed. Good thing I had a hand propped on the wall or else I would have been in a heap on the floor. But still, I stroked myself until I’d wrung every last drop from myself and spilled it into the toilet to flush away. 
                          
Once I had my breathing under control, I flushed the toilet and walked back into my room. Climbing in the bed, I wrapped myself in the blankets and willed myself to get some sleep. As soon as I shut my eyes, flashes of pictures flashed through my brain, all of them Oakley in various positions and offering her body to me. 

                          
Oakley’s POV:
For nearly 3 hours, I’d been tossing and turning, flipping this way and that, trying to get comfortable but nothing was working. Not to mention my brain was running a hundred miles an hour. Kacey’s words from earlier down in the kitchen, the look of determination, and the oh my god the feel of his hands on my body kept replaying in my mind like a damned highlight reel. And to make it all the more worse, my body seemed to be begging me to climb out of the bed I was in, walk my ass down the hallway, and climb into his bed and take what it dangerously needed. And danger was the right word there because I knew that once I got a taste, I was going to become an addict. Look what his kisses had done to me. They had me throwing caution to the wind, forgetting every rule I’d ever set for myself when it came to men. Again, my question to him about what he was doing to me flashed in my mind. 
                          
Sitting up in the bed, I adjusted my sleep shirt and the material brushed over my hypersensitive nipple, sending fire though my veins. Jesus Christ. I needed some sort of relief and the kind I could offer myself only made things so much worse. What you need is right down the hall, said the little voice in my head. I knew the voice was right, but damn. What would happen if I gave in? Everything could come crashing down on me. Or it could be the best thing to ever happen to your chicken-shitted ass, harped the little voice again. I couldn't believe I was having an argument with my damn vagina. Then again, I guess it knew what it wanted more than me so there was that.
                          
No one called me a chickenshit, especially the damn voices in my head. Standing from the bed, I reached under my sleep shirt and slipped my lace panties down my legs and tossed them to the side. Take that you harpy hussy. How's that for being a chickenshit?
                          
Before I could second guess myself, I strolled over to the door of my bedroom with determined strides. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I heard anyone moving around. The silence I heard was like music to my ears. Easing the door open, I closed it softly. With soft steps, I made my way down the hall and stopped in front of Kacey’s room. With my heart threatening to beat completely out of my chest, I slowly turned the knob and eased the door open. Lying on the bed with the blankets pooled around his waist, I was rewarded with the sight of his string chest on display. Fury mixed with desire as I took in the sight of the bandages over his wounds. 
                          
Tiptoeing my way over to his bed, I gently eased the blankets back and crawled into bed beside him. Looking back now, maybe slipping into bed unbeknownst to a former Navy Seal wasn't just a great idea. Because no sooner had I settled onto the bed, Kacey had me pinned to the bed, his hand around my thought and his eyes wide and trying to comprehend what was going on. I’d be lying if I said that him pinning me to the bed wasn't scary but much to my surprise, it was kind of turning me on. Then again, my current state of arousal could be because the man slept in the nude and his cock was pressed against my opening since I was pantyless. All it would take is for him to move a mere centimeter and he could be inside me. It would be so easy to hook my heels under his ass and bring him forward. 
                          
But before I could act on my reckless thoughts, Kacey came back to reality and his hold on my throat eased up. But still, he didn't move. Instead, his mouth was moving and I had to force myself to pay attention to what he was saying. 
                          
“I didn't hurt you did I?” he asked apologetically.
                          
“N-No” I said breathlessly. 
                          
“Oh thank god” said Kacey with a sigh. “What are you doing in my room sweetheart?”
                          
“Well, you told me to find you when I made a decision.” I said “Guess I made it.”